That's what was written on a cardboard sign held by a foot-dragging, mouth-gaping zombie kid at the eighth annual San Diego Comic-Con Zombiewalk on Saturday night.

Visitors of all ages, some decked in fake blood and others sporting blood over their Comic-Con outfits, slowly strutted down the Gaslamp Quarter at 5:15 p.m., just as Day 3 of Comic-Con International was winding down. Even some dogs participated, with red paint sifted into their fur for effect.

The walk started with a little confusion: Yelling over intercoms. Overzealous photographers. And curious Comic-Con fans. All crowding the area, prolonging the actual zombie walk.

The aunt and niece duo of Patricia McGhee and Olivia Olson were ready to get moving.

“I don’t know what’s going on," Olson said. “I just want to walk.”

The two were decked in magnificent dark red blood. McGhee was dressed as an undead Prince Leah.

“I was just Leah before and then I got zombified,” McGhee said. “We were up at a restaurant and we just poured blood all over ourselves.”

Olson, who hails from the Bay Area, came down for Comic-Con, despite not having passes.

“We couldn’t get badges. We can never get badges, so we’re always looking for free things we can do,” McGhee said. "She came down to Comic-Con for her birthday, with no tickets. But it’s good. We’re doing Zombiewalk. It’s fun.”

Many others participating had the same idea.

“We don’t get into the convention, but we’re out here and enjoying it,” Amanda Ligato, who participated with her husband, Rich, said after the walk. “I feel just as much a part of it.”

Four-year-old Triston Schmidt, held by her mother Brittany Keshka, from Temecula, cries in fear after seeing zombies for the first time as they watch the start of the San Diego Zombiewalk.
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The couple took a slow stroll through the street, side by side with bloody gushing brains and zombie princesses. Their costume was not as macabre, perhaps, but was easily based on the most creative idea of the walk.

“Diego Rivera created this mural, it’s called “Dream of a Sunday Afternoon in Alameda Park,” Amanda explained. “In the center of the mural, he has ‘La (Calavera) Catrina’, which is the skeleton woman that we use (as an icon) for the Day of the Dead. (Juan Guadalupe) Posada, who happens to be the person she’s standing next to, is the creator of 'La Catrina,' so that’s where we took the idea from.”

In the midst of the crazy, bloody mess, the couple brought a bit of aestheticism and culture to the walk.

Red Riding Hoods strewn with guts, crazed butchers and mad gel-bloodied scientists filed through downtown San Diego displaying their best version of the zombie strut.

A blood-spattered man wore a blue shirt labeled: “It all ends terribly.” Yet in terms of the Zombiewalk, “it” seemed to end on a fairly good note.